AVERY’s POV.
Walking into Zayn’s arms, I know for a fact that he is the only one who loves me for who I am and I am grateful to the moon goddess for the gift of him.
He pulls me to a hug and we stay like that for what seems like ages. Seeing the two of them again after a while, the pain and everything I struggled to forget all came rushing back into my head and it felt like I should make them pay at that moment. The hate I had for them becomes more intense with each passing moment.
Zayn wraps me in his embrace and allows me to bask in the glory of his presence for a while until he gently disengages from me, his face full of worry and concern for me.
“How are you feeling now?”
“Bad” I answer with a pout.
“Tell me, what can I do to make you feel better, little woman?” He snakes his han
